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A PrayerI am falling faster than I can pray.
Have I fallen into a snare, and become prey?
My predator has a face familiar, a touch soothing.
My God has gotten so distant so distant from me,
His voice my longing.
O You cannot be replaced by hugs and kisses,
The pleasure is my pain, my soul yells and my heart burns.
Darkness manifest itself, with a sting and burn on my flesh.
My eyes shine black, showcasing a heart of broken glass.
When will I stand, when will I stand
Tired of myself, tired of my deception?
When will I stand, when will I turn
When will I return to my Father's house?
When will I let Him wash the pig shit away,
Clean my filth, and clothe me afresh?
Will I just abide in this filth, in this dark town?
O how aware I have been made, of this shitty place,
What can I do?
No matter how tired I am of it, I cannot walk away from it.
No matter what I say, its grip never seems to be loosed.
O God, who can be saved, but those who wait?
Who can be saved, but those who cry for You?
The broken h
To Have, but Not PossessThough God may have promised
though I may have seen visions
until I release
I will never have.
Until my definition of have
is void of possess
I will never reach.
And even if I came to have
and had yet to release
I would not be able to enjoy
as I would, if I loss
the thought of possession.
Remembering DawnThe Darkness surrounds me
It beckons me
Trying to get me to surrender
To open my gates
For defeat me
But besiege me
It cannot take
But I can give
The Darkness surrounds me
With a mighty shout
A wave of terror
Came across the void
The King reassures
Take this city"
He sends His message
"I will come
To your rescue
The void beckons again
The war cry comes forth
Across the abyss
Comes fear again
The Darkness surrounds me
I hear Its shout
Such darkness before me
Where is the light
Another message comes
From the King
"I see your fear
I see your doubt
I am not far
Stay strong child
Remember the darkness
From which I saved you
The Darkness cannot
Unless you surrender
I am not far off
I will save you"
The Darkness surrounds me
But I will remember
The life of surrender
To the Darkness
From which the King
I will remember
Check Your HeadEmotional me? Emotional you!
Until I talk To you
We argue, we Fight
They were right
After all, I am no good
You cant make up
Say this, say that
Nothing gets done
You cry, you smile, you argue
What is wrong
With me? With you!
Why did we do this?
I am no good
That's what they Say
The need to ExpressFail fail fail
Fail fail fail
fail fail fail
fail fail fail
fail fail fail
fail fail fail
burn me down
rip me up
Cure My ProblemsBring me up. from the floor.
I lay there, stuck in bore
Join me, on this door.
Swing back and fore
The floor a door now world
We hug we curl we adore
In secret we hide the more
Lust for love, metamorph
Change into flirts and dwarfs
Take no action but wait for
The world, a floor a door.
Bodies pressed together
close as i can get to her
A simple hug, a Cure
A simple drug, from her.
Seven Types of Readers I Hate.1. The Woman-Child.
How to spot them: This is pretty obvious by the name- they are the Reader that acts like a child, usually when they're supposed to be at least in their teens or sometimes even vague "young adult" age. They typically have a really child-like way of speaking, usually making up really lame insults that the male they're paired up with will chuckle indulgently at. They tend to whine like a child, pout, stick out their tongue to signify annoyance, and generally play up the "cutesy" factor for all it's worth. They also can't seem to go two minutes without giggling, yelling or crying- and if they do cry, it usually is to make the male character cave in and do whatever she wants, after which she will miraculously stop crying.
Why they are annoying: Look, I'm not saying there aren't childish people out there, or even simply people who have bouts of acting like a child...but this Reader basically shouldn't be allowed out on their own. They act in a manner that would be irritat
Mirror/rorriM [(2p)Italy x Reader]
(2p)Italy x Reader
MENTION OF BLOOD, YOU ARE WARNED
What if someone you cared about was fake? Would you still love them?
I was at my study. I had just finished my (writing/work) for the day, and could take a break for awhile. I look at the clock to see emerald green numbers saying 8:10. I sighed. I wasted the day looking at all my working, on the day that is suppose to mean relaxation, which was Saturday. I finally get up from my desk chair, then stretched out my tight muscles, I haven't been using for the past twelve hours. Suddenly, the house phone started to ring. I bolted towards my bedroom-which was across the hall- and picked up the phone.
"Hello," I asked, clearly showing I was tired.
"Hey bella! I was wondering if you wanted to hang out with me tonight?" Italy cheered. I groaned for a second, while rubbing my neck.
"Well Feli, I'm sorry bu-" I started but
One Night at Freddy's (H20 DeliriousXReader)
"Uggh my head" You groaned when you woke up to a headache. Sitting up you saw the flicker of dim lights and you were lying on a black and white tiled floor. Slowly you got up and noticed your friends, brother and boyfriend passed out on the ground around you. The friends you saw we're MiniLadd, Nogla, BasicallyIDoWrk, SoCloseToToast, Wildcat and Lui. You cocked an eyebrow when you saw your boyfriend Delirious and your brother Vanoss cuddling under the table.
"Mini wake up!" You hissed kicking him in the side lightly.
"Nooooooooo 5 more minutes" He whined turning over.
"Dude wake up now somethings not right" You said shaking him till he woke up.
"What?" He asked as you helped him up.
"Look around" You replied panicking slightly. Mini looked around and saw everyone was dressed like their avatars would wear and they were in a control room.
"Why are Delirious and Vanoss cuddling under a table?" Mini asked first.
"Why does it look like we're in the control room from Five Nights at Fre
...from the newsroom, breaking news! Elwood T. Bug VI, grandson and heir apparent of the now deceased former premier of Bugdom Elwood T. Bug IV, called for an urgent news conference about an hour ago. Fox news was first to arrive at the scene, and we now have for you the complete transcript. It reads:
Elwood T. Bug VI here. A few months ago my grandfather, Elwood T. Bug IV, delivered a warning message to a certain unspecified species whom we will now clearly identify as: humankind. Please note this quotation from said warning: "So here is the bottom line: A red line has been drawn - here, and no further! One more dead bug and all the bugs in the world will be called upon to unite against certain unsaid species," end quote! Apparently, this warning was not taken seriously, as reports have been arriving at my desk daily suggesting that bugs are still being squished, swatted, stepped on, sprayed with gawd knows what, set on fire, dun
Debbie On Ice“Hi! I’m Debbie Drummond and I’ve been nominated to take the ice bucket challenge!”
Debbie winked at the camera and tossed her coppery red hair as she spoke. She wore an oversized Baltimore Ravens home football jersey that stretched down to her bare knees, and a pair of matching purple flipflops. She bent slightly to dip her finger in a large, orange bucket on the grass next to her. “Brrr! It sure is cold!” she said, acting as cute and playful as a kitten.
“For this challenge, I’d like to nominate my friends Honey Hudson, Lori Guzman, Cheryl Stein, and Lyanna Tanner, and my wonderful assistant, Tienne Van, without whom I’d never get anything done! You girls are the greatest and I know you’ll be good sports and happily join in this fun way to raise money for a worthwhile charity.”
Debbie ripped open a twenty-pound bag of ice, which she shook into the bucket. “Now it’s
Die Probleme der NSA(Basierend auf einen wahren Artikel)
»Wir befinden uns heute in der Basis 51 irgendwo in Deutschland. Wo wir mit den deutschen Leiter der hieransässigen NSA reden Mister Ben Smith, dessen Namen wir aus Datenschutzgründen im Interview nicht nennen werden, stattdessen stellen wir ihn einfach als Mister Secret vor.
Herr Secret, vor welchen Herausforderungen wird die NSA gestellt?«
»Nun, als wir hier anfingen, wussten wir noch nicht wie viele Terroristen und Deutsche ihre Nachrichten codieren. Wir brauchen dafür extra ausgebildete Fachkräfte, die der amerikanischen Wirtschaft ein Vermögen kosten.«
»Können sie uns da einige Codierungen zeigen?«
»Natürlich. Hier sieh dir das an: „Bis später, Süße. LG“, wobei „LG“ für Lagerterroristenbombengarage steht.«
»Es könnte jedoch auch „liebe Grüße“ bedeuten.«
»Bist du etwa auch einer dieser H
Home and DryEveryone occasionally lost socks in the wash but Jane was experiencing a fifty percent casualty rate.
“I don’t understand it,” she muttered to herself, as she pulled the latest load out of the tumble dryer.
Fourteen socks had gone in but only seven had come out. She lined the survivors up: “And it’s always only one from each pair.”
So, she bought herself some sock clips. “You won’t be able to split up now!” she told her new batch. And they didn’t. When Jane opened the tumble dryer at the end of the cycle there were no socks left at all.
Jane screamed in frustration. “What the hell is going on?!”
“That’s exactly it—hell,” came the reply.
Jane turned but all she saw was her sensible cardigan, airing on the clothes rack.
“Who’s there..?” she asked cautiously.
“It’s me—the Sensible Cardigan,” said the Sensible Cardigan. “And the problem is that you
Bad Luck Getup: Chapter 1Naruto grumbled as he stood outside the dressing room door, arms folded. “Oi, Kiba!” Naruto shouted, turning his head toward the door. “How much longer are ya gonna be?”
There was a shuffling of fabric from within the door, followed by a thoughtful grunt. “Eh, nah, that ain’t gonna work…” another young boy’s voice muttered from within, followed by more shuffling fabric. Louder, the voice addressed Naruto. “Just gimme a second…”
Naruto rolled his eyes. “A second? Kiba, by the time you’re done, it’s gonna be dark out!”
Kiba’s voice sputtered slightly. “Dark out—Naruto, it’s the freakin’ afternoon! You really think it’s gonna get dark anytime soon?”
Naruto glared at the door, his voice rising. “Well, the rate you’re going…I’d say probably, yeah!” Kiba growled in response, which quickly turned into a frustrated groan and mor
The Epic Chronicles of....Setting:
Two guys are lost in the desert. With the blazing sun frying what sanity they have left. The two men trek over the dunes.
Thus beginning The Epic Chronicles of Phil and Carl...and the Talking Twig.
Phil: (exhausted) Carl!
Carl: (exhausted) Yes, Phil?
Phil: We have been lost in the desert for a week now.
Carl: Yeah, so?
Phil: (angry) It's All your fault!
Carl: (disgusted) Oh, really! I suppose you losing the map is my fault!
Phil: I think the sun has fried the last of your braincells! You lost the map!
Carl: Have you gone nuts! You had the map! You also had the water!
Phil: Oh! I apologized for that, i was thirsty!
Carl: And the food!
Phil: I told you, a bear stole the food!
Carl: Yeah! A bear stole our food, IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DESERT!
Phil: NO! We were in a forest!
Carl: We were never in a forest!
Phil: Yes, we were!
Carl: When in the last week, no EVER, has there been a forest in the desert?
Phil: You calling me a liar!?
Carl: Yes! I am calling you a liar!
Twig: Guys! Guys!
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
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